"One million," A man seated at the corner of the room called out, raising his paddle.
My heart pounded louder with each bid. The men sneered, their eyes devouring me like I was a piece of meat. My body trembled as I rubbed my sweaty hands on my clothes.
The bids went higher and higher until there were just two men left. 
"Three million," the chubby man declared, impatient evident in his tone.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Five million," A stranger countered, raising his paddle. 
My eyes widened in shock as I tried to figure out who this stranger was. The room was filled with murmurs and no one could counter the stranger. 
The auctioneer's gavel slammed down. 
"Sold!" 
***
Leila Flynn, 19 years old, struggles to keep her ailing brother alive, and her life takes a dark turn when she is suddenly kidnapped into London's underworld auction. During the auction, she is bought for a high price by a mysterious and wealthy stranger, Dominic Anderson. Leila is then taken to a grand mansion in London, where she begins a complex relationship with Dominic.
Dominic, a powerful mafia boss, lives a life shrouded in mystery and danger. Leila gradually discovers that Dominic's concern for her and her younger brother, Michael- who suffers from leukemia- goes beyond mere kindness. Under Dominic's protection, Leila tries to uncover his true intentions while also developing a subtle emotional connection with his brother, Luca.
In this dangerous game of love, betrayal, and revenge, Leila must decide whether to place her trust in Dominic or sever all ties with his perilous world once and for all.

Maid for the Mafia

　　Mr. Anderson struggled to control the car.


　　"Hold on!" he cried, his tight voice steady as strong hands wrestled with the steering wheel.


　　My heart was drumming in my chest as fear slid through me when the car slid side-to-side on the road.


　　"Stay down!" he ordered, his voice taut, wrestling the wheel to keep them clear of danger.


　　I crouched low, sucking in quick frightened gasps. The car was swaying still, and that blown tire thumped against the concrete. For that second there, I thought we were going to crash, but Mr. Anderson magically managed to bring the car to a stop along the side of the road.


　　Very slowly, I pulled myself up, and my hands were shaking. My heart was still racing. "What. what just happened?"


　　Something changed in the gaze Mr. Anderson turned around us. He reached for something under his seat. "We're under attack. Stay here."


　　"Under attack?" I repeated, my voice quivering. "Who would-"


CHAPTER 17 Under Attack